Nobody spoke.
The video continued playing on Adrian's laptop while the room remained frozen in disbelief.
Camille couldn't breathe properly.
Because the woman standing beside her mother wasn't supposed to be there.
She wasn't supposed to know her family.
She wasn't supposed to exist anywhere near Camille's childhood memories.
Yet there she was.
Smiling.
Comfortable.
Familiar.
As if she belonged there.
Victor was the first to recover.
"Okay."
Silence.
Then
"Am I the only one seeing this?"
"No," Elena answered.
Her voice sounded unusually tense.
"Unfortunately."
The video continued.
Camille's mother laughed at something off-camera while the mystery woman gently adjusted young Camille's hair.
The gesture looked natural.
Affectionate.
Protective.
Not something strangers did.
Camille felt cold.
Very cold.
Because she had absolutely no memory of this woman.
None.
Not even a little.
Adrian paused the video.
The room immediately fell silent again.
